He threatens one or the other in mid-February. Either/or. Ultimatum boy strikes again. No brakes. No direction. Tumbleweed brain guides. Like an E ticket ride at Disneyland in the good old days. Never know when puppet boy will blow or where or how. The why is to get attention. Exciting ain't it? Like a bomb with the pin pulled in mid-air ready to explode when it hits the ground somewhere. Just wait. It's gonna hit! You can count on i t You ain't seen nuthin' yet!
